Madness of the Heart

"You are the heart of the tomb."

It was just a word that was slowly spit out, but it sounded like a sentence.

"You...what are you talking about?" Hou Cheng took two steps back uncomfortably, and sat down on a wooden stool, "I am not the heart of the tomb."

Xiao Yuan's eyes were unfathomable, "Really?"

Hou Cheng shook his head one after another, "Really not!"

Xiao Yuan stared at him for another half a minute, as if he had believed, "The book in the heart of the tomb may be used by criminals and has been temporarily sealed. Until the investigation of the case is clear, Xinyun Publishing will no longer charge taxes to your account. Post remuneration."

Hou Cheng's eyes were blank, "Oh, it has nothing to do with me."

"Why is it okay?" Xiao Yuan said, "There is no author's remuneration in your account, which means that Tomb Heart will not come to you again in a short time."

Hou Cheng thought for a while, and didn't want to look at Xiao Yuan, "It's okay, it's okay. He has already given me a lot of money. It's okay if you don't come to me. When this summer is over, I will go and sort out my fields. I can grow melons, but I don’t have to rely on him."

Xiao Yuan sighed, "You don't seem to understand what I mean."

Not to mention Hou Cheng, even Ming Shu doesn't know exactly where Xiao Yuan is acting.

"What do you mean?" Hou Cheng asked anxiously.

His face was sallow, and his emotions were not easy to show on his face. But Ming Shu noticed that his gully wrinkles were trembling.

It stands to reason that he should not be so nervous.

"Don't understand?" Xiao Yuan said: "If the heart of the tomb never comes to you, then you will be of little use to our police."

There was a bit of a bandit in these words, neither the tone nor the words used Xiao Yuan's style.

But inexplicably a little sensual.

Ming Shu gave a "tsk" in his heart.

"I don't understand." Hou Cheng stood up, "Do you want to do anything to me? What do you mean by ‘not much use’?"

"Your name is still on the security detachment." Xiao Yuan said: "Because we have to cooperate with us in handling the case, I don't need to accept punishment for the time being. Since the heart of the tomb will not come to you again, then you should return to the security detachment and stay."

Hou Cheng obviously didn't expect things to develop into this way, and panicked for a while, "You didn't say that a few days ago!"

"A few days ago?" Xiao Yuan smiled, "Have you seen me the other day?"

Hou Cheng swallowed hard and shook his head.

"That's right. It was my subordinate who put you back a few days ago." Xiao Yuan said and took a look at Ming Shu, and Ming Shu stood up immediately in cooperation.

Xiao Yuan retracted his gaze and said, "He seems to have made a mistake, I will correct it."

Hou Cheng rubbed his hands awkwardly, "But you can't tease me repeatedly like this, farmer, are rural people easy to bully?"

"A rural person?" Xiao Yu said slowly: "If you have to give yourself an identity, OK, then I ask you-your fellow rural people are busy in the fields, why don't you take care of you? Tian?"

Hou Cheng hesitated and said: "Didn't you say that, the heart of the tomb gave me money, and I don't want to do farm work this year."

The sound of parking came from outside the yard. Ming Shu walked to the door to take a look and saw that it was a police car from the Los Angeles City Bureau.

He didn't call it, it should have been arranged by Xiao Yuan.

"The car is coming?" Xiao Yuan asked.

Ming Shu said: "Here."

Xiao Yuan looked at Hou Cheng coldly, "If there is anything else, I will talk to the public security detachment."

Hou Cheng looked angry but didn't dare to speak, "Now, are you leaving now?"

"Yes, now." Xiao Yuan said: "The police car is outside."

"Then I will clean up." Hou Cheng turned around after speaking, wanting to enter the house.

Ming Shu stepped forward and stopped him directly, "The security detachment has the daily necessities you need."

"I still have to clean up..." Hou Cheng looked away, trying to push Mingshu away, but where was Mingshu's opponent.

"Do you want to clean up, or hide things you don't want to be seen by me?" Xiao Yuan asked.

Hou Cheng's eyes were sharp for a moment, and then they became dull again.

It was like a sudden flash of light in a dark room, briefly illuminating the dirty truth in the room.

This look is enough.

Hou Cheng was taken away by the security detachment, and was already very anxious when he got into the police car.

Ming Shu stood outside the door of Hou's house and watched the police car drive away. Then he asked, "Brother, what did you find?"

"If my speculation is correct, then Hou Cheng is the heart of the tomb." Xiao Yuan said: "He is very good at covering up, and even made up a person, which has led us all wrong."

Ming Shu was surprised, "Hidden? No, we first suspected that he was not the heart of the tomb. At that time, we hadn't actually contacted him. How did he hide?"

"You think about it again." Xiao Yuan said: "Why do we suspect that he is not the heart of the tomb?"

Ming Shu's eyes gradually calmed down, and after a moment he said, "He is not like a writer at all."

"That's it-he is not like a writer. This is the prejudice that his identity has caused us. He also emphasized just now-he is a farmer." Xiao Yuan spoke slowly and looked at Ming Shu's eyes, "One writes suspense. Writer, what kind of person would he be in reality?"

Ming Shu pursed his lips and did not answer immediately.

A figure in his brain changed from blurry to clear. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, it could be vaguely seen that he was a young man.

Ming Shu suddenly realized that he was affected. This man was clearly a young man in the population such as Hou Ximei.

Xiao Yuan said: "In the inherent perception of many people, suspense writers are mostly male, mostly in their 20s to 40s. They may wear glasses and have been exposed to many professions and personalities. He has either read a lot of books or went to Traveled in many places. Generally speaking, he is a person with rich social experience and strong logical reasoning ability."

Ming Shu frowned, "Yes."

Xiao Yuan said again: "If we find such a person based on the clues provided by Xinyun Publishing House, then there is no doubt that we will immediately think that this person is the heart of the tomb. Right?"

Ming Shu thought for a while, "Yes! There is a writer hiding behind another writer. This is a very small probability. If the person found matches my imagination, I will no longer doubt whether there is a writer behind him. The real heart of the tomb."

"And what kind of person is Hou Cheng?" Xiao Yuan continued: "A farmer, over 50, with a primary school diploma, living alone, with a lonely personality, and not good at words. He lives in a small backward place like Qingyue Village and earns a living from farming. Even the surrounding villagers seldom come into contact with him, and the children nearby even call him "stunned" and "dumb". Such people may not recognize many words, let alone writing."

Obviously it was dog days, but Ming Shu felt a chill on the soles of his feet.

"Anyone who sees Hou Cheng will probably not think that he is a suspense writer." Xiao Yuan narrowed his eyes. "He used his identity to mislead us from the beginning. Let us think that he cannot be the heart of the tomb. Then track down who is the heart of the tomb."

Ming Shu finally followed Xiao Yuan’s thinking, "I think Hou Cheng cannot be a writer, let alone the heart of the tomb who wrote the words'some people deserve to die'. So I subconsciously thought that he might It’s not the real heart of the tomb, the real heart of the tomb is still hidden in a place I don’t know.

"It's not just you, I think so too." Xiao Yuan's tone changed, "Once we all think this way, we are already in Hou Cheng's suit. We must drill deeper and deeper, trying to find the true heart of the tomb. The hidden identity in the heart of the tomb just proves that our suspicion of him is reasonable, and there must be a ghost in him."

Ming Shu took a deep breath, "If this is the case, Hou Cheng's prostitution is also acting. He wants us to believe that he is just a low-level citizen who has no brains and is rampant when he gets money. Then, during the interrogation process, he vomits the heart of the tomb step by step— I forced him to admit that he is not the heart of the tomb! Fuck him, if you reverse it and then reverse it, he can go too far."

"Don't forget, the heart of the tomb was originally written with suspense." Xiao Yuan said, "It is not difficult for him to set up this bureau. If you dismiss prejudice and look at Hou Cheng again, why can't a lonely peasant not Writing books? He just didn't go to much school, but he is not illiterate. A person can not write a book, it depends on his thoughts, his insights, and not on his education level."

Ming Shu squeezed his hair fiercely, calmed down for a while, and said, "But it doesn't make sense. The first reflected to us that there was a handsome young man who lived in Hou Cheng's house, not Hou Cheng himself, but a villager near his home. Hou Ximeihe Wang Youqun has seen it all. They have no reason to accompany Hou Cheng in acting."

"It's very simple, because there is indeed such a person who lived in his house." Xiao Yuan said, "And in my opinion, it was the emergence of this young man that Hou Cheng got the inspiration and thought of this incredible idea. Think about it. When the villagers told you that there was a young man who lived in the solitary Hou Cheng’s house for a few days, did you suddenly think that this man was the real heart of the tomb?"

Ming Shu paced frequently, "Yes!"

Xiao Yuan said again: "This man may just be someone who happened to pass by. After three years, he can't check it anymore. Hou Cheng insisted that this person is the heart of the tomb. With the testimony of the villagers, he almost confirmed that he was just a tomb. People who use their hearts."

"I thought of a bad possibility." Ming Shu said suddenly, "Hou Cheng dare to insist that the man who appeared is the heart of the tomb, why? He doesn't worry that the man appears again and exposes his lies?"

"Two possibilities." Xiao Yuan said: "First, he is betting; second, he knows that the man is absolutely impossible to appear again."

"Dead." Ming Shu fisted his chin with his right hand, "He was killed."

"Do not rule out this possibility." Xiao Yuan smiled suddenly, "Is that so convinced by me?"

Mingshu's eyes must be, "Huh?"

Xiao Yuan stepped forward, supporting Ming Shu's face with both hands, "I have been bypassed in my logic."

Ming Shu frowned, a little angry, "Because it's you!"

Xiao Yuan let go of his hands, "You calmly think about it, my analysis makes sense."

Ming Shu didn't think about it for long, and asked, "I just want to know, if Hou Cheng dug a hole for us, how did you jump out of this hole and think of another line? I asked myself that I didn't have such a great ability. I may doubt it after a while, but it won’t be as fast as you."

"Like you, I also believed Hou Cheng's words." Xiao Yuan said: "Until Liu Zhiqin told me that he didn't find any clues about the heart of the tomb on the Internet."

Ming Shu suddenly understood.

"You have been in the special operations team for a year. You should know what level of cybersecurity expert Liu Zhiqin is." Xiao Yuan continued: "Others can't find out the problem. I can understand that the tomb's heart is hidden too well, even There is nothing that Liu Zhiqin can do. There is only one possibility for me—the tomb heart that Hou Cheng said does not exist, he is the tomb heart! I came over today to verify this guess."

Ming Shu said: "You just cheated him."

"Not only." Xiao Yuan said: "I have read all the books in the heart of the tomb. Among them, there is a large and detailed description of melon fields and other rural scenes."

"If the book is similar to Qingyue Village, it means that the heart of the tomb is Hou Cheng?" Ming Shu thought quickly, "That's not necessarily. According to Hou Cheng and the villagers, the young man happened to pass by Qingyue Village. After staying in Hou Cheng’s house for a few days, then he can describe the style and features of Qingyue Village, which also makes sense."

"It doesn't make sense." Xiao Yuan shook his head. "Whether it is the villager or Hou Cheng, they are very clear. The man who lived in Hou Cheng's house hadn't come out, and he couldn't observe the style of Qingyue Village at all. Take ten thousand steps back, Hou Cheng said this A man travels around, so the countryside he has visited must be more than Qingyue Village. Then why is the countryside in the tomb's heart book a microcosm of Qingyue Village and not other rural areas?"

"This..." Ming Shu thought for a long time, but couldn't find a point to refute, "Then what should we do now?"

Xiao Yuan rubbed his head, "You are the leader of the serious crime team, what do you ask me to do?"

"Don't mess around, mess up my hairstyle!" Mingshu shook his head dissatisfiedly, "If Hou Cheng is the heart of the tomb, then he will take the author's remuneration out of the bank...Where will the money be?"

Xiao Yuan didn't answer.

"Do you think it's here?" Ming Shu said, "Hou Cheng directly hid more than two million at home?"

"Have you noticed his expression when he was taken away by the security detachment just now?" Xiao Yuan said: "There must be his secret in this old house. It may be money or something else. You have searched it before, but you have searched it before. It’s not careful."

"I will arrange a new round of search immediately." Ming Shu paused, pressing down his rubbed hair, and said: "Hou Cheng went to prostitution. Although it can mislead us into thinking that there is someone else in the heart of the tomb, in fact there is still someone else. It’s a bit redundant. Both Lu Kun and Li Hongmei committed crimes after the book on the heart of the tomb. We can suspect the heart of the tomb, but with the existing evidence, we cannot control the heart of the tomb. After all, his books are through regular publishing houses. Publishing, readers commit crimes, we have no reason to restrict the personal freedom of this author. But now he is suspected of prostitution, and the law and order detachment has detained him for legal compliance. He is purely shooting himself in the foot."

"When a person is setting up a bureau, the more he thinks he is smarter, the more likely he is to make some critical mistakes, especially this kind of constantly reversing bureaucracy." Xiao Yuan said: "The same is true for many murders-the murderer wants to erase and stay on the scene All the traces of, but I don’t know that the act of “wiping off the traces” itself can provide clues to the police. The more you do, the more your feet will be exposed. Hou Cheng has already exposed his flaws. When I return to Los Angeles, I will Go interrogate him again."

"Wait." Ming Shu grabbed Xiao Yuan's wrist, "Brother, you just learned from me."

Xiao Yuan's eyes half pointed, "Huh? What do I learn from you?"

Ming Shu said: "You learn from my gangsterism, you don't usually talk like that."

Xiao Yuan smiled but didn't smile, "You have not learned from me? You are only allowed to imitate me, but I am not allowed to imitate you?"

"I imitated you because you are great." Ming Shu raised his face, "Your accent is very bluffing. And..."

"And what?" Xiao Yuan asked.

"And I have admired you since I was a child, and you don't know it." Ming Shu's tone was kind of intimacy and fierce, "What's wrong with imitating you!"

Xiao Yuan sneered, just about to speak, when suddenly there was a noise outside.

Many residents gathered around a tricycle, talking about the village head Hou Jianjun's house.

"Hou Oar really has no filial piety, how can he go out to study and not recognize his old father?"

"Raising a child to prevent old age, raising a child to prevent old age, I don't think raising a child can prevent old age! Lao Hou is really pitiful, he took pains to pull Hou Oar big, and in the end he was disgusted by Hou Oar!"

"Hou Paddle is actually right, Lao Hou is quite embarrassed to him."

"You can't say that! Who of us is not a farmer? Hou Ou is a farmer himself, but he looked down on his father who was a farmer after he went to the city to read a book? It's not his father who is a farmer, who will pay him to study?"

Ming Shu met Hou Jianjun before, and was deeply impressed by the village chief because of the lighter. After listening for a while, I almost understood what was going on—

Hou Jianjun has a son named Hou Pad, 24 years old, studying for a master's degree at the University of Los Angeles. When Hou Jianjun was young, his wife died. He was both a father and a mother, and he had to worry about the affairs of the village. Hou Pao studied in the town from elementary school to high school, and was not too close to Hou Jianjun.

At the age of 18, Hou Pad was admitted to the University of Los Angeles. Hou Jianjun was so happy to invite all the villagers to dinner, but Hou Pad, the protagonist, did not attend, which made Hou Jianjun face in front of all the villagers.

The loss of Hou Jianjun was seen by everyone.

In recent years, Hou Paddle has hardly returned to Qingyue Village, but Hou Jianjun ran to Los Angeles when he had time, even if he saw his son.

But in many cases, it can only be closed doors.

This time, Hou Jianjun took the saved more than 1,000 yuan and bought one for Hou Oar like Fang Yuanhang's lighter. He wanted to please Hou Oar, but he still couldn't see anyone.

Hou Paddle didn't answer his phone or open the door for him.

Hou Jianjun returned to the village in frustration. The lighter, which was too expensive for him, was finally like the last straw, crushing his spine.

He found pesticides and wanted to commit suicide. Fortunately, a village cadre who ran to him to discuss matters discovered that this did not lead to a tragedy.

The pesticides were knocked over and spilled all over the yard.

Most of the villagers were enthusiastic, and many of them put aside their work and rushed to comfort Hou Jianjun.

Xiao Yuan and Ming Shu stood behind the villagers, looking at Hou Jianjun from a distance.

"He really doesn't want my father anymore." Hou Jianjun burst into tears, almost crying, "He doesn't even want to see me, he wants to sever relationship with me!"

"Every family has scriptures that are hard to recite." Xiao Yuan patted Ming Shu on the back, "Let's go, don't read it."

Ming Shu stood still, and suddenly remembered his family, whom he rarely remembered.